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Back in the day, when I was even cooler than I am now, I used to "go to work" every day, many hours in a row, totaling about 60 hours a week, most of 'em at an unpaid internship. By Friday night I'd be like "I'm not going out. I'm going home, putting on sweatpants and shoving some food in my mouth." But instead, I'd go to the gym, come home, take some stimulants, turn on "The N" and clean the entire apartment. Then I'd shove food in my mouth. My roomate'd be in Brooklyn with her boyfriend, so I could pump up the Degrassi and South of Nowhere like there was no one watching. [Coincidentally and luckily, no one was.]

JK I almost never go out on Friday nights, and it's been that way ever since I was old enough to walk, walked out the door, saw all the people, and promptly turned around. So, though all those theater cats'll be at work on Friday nights, Carly and I'll be sitting on our asses, eating breaded fried chicken products [McDonald's], drinking soda pop n' vodka, watching South of Nowhere, waiting for Spashley to get it ONNN, and, when appropriate, making jokes. Then recapping it here. It's not exactly the comic goldmine of The L Word, but clearly we'll watch anything with lesbians in it and, really, if you think about it, The L Word is probably one of the funniest potential-comic-goldmine shows for a recapper ever created, and that is perhaps it's own kind of phenomenal accomplishment.